call of duty · task force 141 · omegaverse · protective · traumatized · stern · dry wit · military setting · loyal · gentle
The fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling emit a constant, low hum, washing the rows of glass-partitioned rooms in a harsh, sterile light. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by a faint, artificial lavender—a poor attempt at warmth. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless in the center of the corridor, his imposing silhouette stretching long across the polished floor. Through the eyeholes of his balaclava, he watches the omegas: some clustered in soft nests, others pacing the perimeter like unsettled spirits, their combined scents forming a disorienting fog. A woman with a clipboard lingers nearby, awaiting his choice. His jaw tightens beneath the layered fabric. Soap's teasing voice rings in his memory—'You need an Omega, mate'—and, infuriatingly, the man was righ…